Chapter 389 - 138: The Barbarian God’s Advent, an Opportunity to Fish in Troubled Waters, Trust Him?

This was precisely why the various Immortal Sects had been growing restless lately. If Great Xia’s expansion wasn’t curbed, even the free and unfettered Immortal Sects would be enslaved and bound by its rules and etiquette in the future.

’Prime Minister Jiang Lintian has secluded himself these past few days, refusing all visitors. We can’t get close to him.’

’If we could just bribe him, we could work with him from the inside to carve up Great Xia’s resources...’

’However, the Taiyi Sect backing his wife is no pushover, either.’

At this thought, many of the Immortal Sect Elders cast their gazes toward the high platform where Prime Minister Jiang Lintian was seated.

He had a refined, scholarly face, and was dressed in a tall hat, a wide sash, and flowing sleeves. He possessed a lean and spirited air, nothing like the rumored fierce and terrifying Wolf Aspect that made one’s blood run cold.

At this moment, he even wore a gentle smile as he conversed with the steward by his side, seemingly discussing something.

’His only weakness would be his son...’

The Immortal Sect Elders secretly retracted their gazes, their minds churning. Prime Minister Jiang Lintian’s indulgence of his son, Jiang Lan, was common knowledge.

They looked ahead, searching for their target, and finally spotted the location of the Son of the Prime Minister, Jiang Lan.

’Speaking of which, it’s said that Jiang Lan’s strength is on a whole new level after consuming the Immortal Embryo Creation Dew, but we’ve never seen him in action.’

’How true are those rumors?’

Deep within the dense forest, Jiang Lan sat atop a fine steed, followed by a grand entourage.

He was currently hunting a master from the Barbarian Race. The man’s skin was bluish-black and incredibly coarse, with a savage glint like that of a wild boar.

As he began to draw his bow, an attendant at his side hurriedly handed him Barbarian-Slaying Arrows one by one.

The rest of his men made their move. In a few quick bounds, they engaged the Barbarian Race master. Within moments, they had him subdued, dragged him to within a few steps of Jiang Lan, and broke his legs, forcing him to his knees.

The next moment, Jiang Lan looked down imperiously, drew his bow, and let fly. With a SWISH, the arrow pierced the Void.

The barbarian tried to resist, opening his cavernous maw to spit out a black mist, but it was useless. As if it had eyes of its own, the arrow instantly pierced the spot between his eyebrows.

"What fine archery, Young Master Jiang."

"As expected of the Young Master..."

"A mere barbarian is no match for a single one of your arrows..."

A chorus of fawning praise and compliments immediately rose from the crowd.

Jiang Lan nodded slightly, seemingly quite pleased with himself.

An attendant hurried forward to take the longbow from his hands, while a beautiful maidservant on horseback approached with a basin of water. She served him as he washed his hands, then carefully dried them with a clean, embroidered handkerchief.

On the high platform, the group of Immortal Sect Elders who had been searching for him witnessed this scene, and their lips twitched.

The younger generation behind them couldn’t help but let out a cold snort, their feelings a mix of envy and jealousy.

Emperor Xia also withdrew her gaze from Jiang Lan, shaking her head slightly. She felt he was far too carefree, not at all worried despite knowing members of the Blood Immortal Sect were mixed in among them.

If the Blood Immortal Sect intended to cause trouble, they would surely target a person of high status first. Jiang Lan was undoubtedly the most suitable choice.

Prime Minister Jiang Lintian, however, maintained his usual gentle smile. Some of the ministers beside him were also full of praise, proclaiming Young Master Jiang’s excellent archery.

’When will the Blood Immortal Sect make their move?’

Emperor Xia’s gaze grew profound, a terrifying aura seeming to rise within it. Although she was presiding here in person, she had left an Incarnation deep within the Imperial Palace, waiting for the Blood Immortal Sect to act.

This Southern Hunting drill was certainly not going to be as peaceful as it appeared on the surface.

And just as Emperor Xia was lost in thought, one brilliant Divine Rainbow after another suddenly shot up from within the Qianyuan Cave Realm.

These Divine Rainbows seemed to be encased in some kind of special Magical Artifact. The moment they soared into the sky, they exploded, transforming into a dense, blood-colored miasma. It spread rapidly, like a roiling blood cloud that blotted out the sky, accompanied by a sinister, cold laughter.

"The sacred flame never dies, the Holy Sect is eternal! The Great Xia Royal Family acts perversely, usurping the mandate of heaven..."

High in the sky of the Qianyuan Cave Realm, a figure in a blood-red robe appeared. Its face was deathly pale and its age indiscernible. As it stood there, a Blood River seemed to roil behind it, and an endless, foul stench blanketed the world, completely transforming the scenery within.

"A remnant of the Blood Immortal Sect."

The generals guarding the perimeter noticed immediately and led their armies to charge.

However, a massive, blood-colored handprint materialized. It condensed with bloody light, gathering the Heaven and Earth Rules, and swept across the area. All the charging figures fell with miserable cries, crashing into the mountains and raising clouds of dust.

"A Seventh Realm Dharma Realm expert."

"But it’s most likely just an Incarnation, not the true body."

The expressions of the Nobility and the Elders of the Immortal Sect Lineages shifted, their brows furrowing deeply.

The blood-colored figure was simply too immense. The moment it appeared, it filled the entire world within the Qianyuan Cave Realm.

It continuously drew upon the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi there, causing its own Dharma Aspect to expand ceaselessly. In comparison, everyone on the distant high platform seemed utterly minuscule.

This scene, however, did not cause any panic. It was clear that many had anticipated that the Blood Immortal Church would try to sabotage this Southern Hunting drill.

Emperor Xia’s eyes narrowed, but she had no intention of intervening. It would be far too naive to think a single Seventh Realm expert could successfully cause a disruption.

"Hmph! Remnant of the Blood Immortal Sect, how dare you act so wantonly?"

An old man in a Confucian robe spoke, his pure and righteous Confucianism aura flaring. It formed a massive palm that shot toward the figure in the sky, rumbling like a furious wave crashing against the heavens. It was none other than the Great Scholar Zhao Tianhe.